language was never as innocent
all language preceded
my birth,
a leap-year boy
born head first,
at home,
in my mother's bed
in my home-town
that was utterly destroyed
by a dictatorship married to the church-
then both vanished
followed by yet another language
yet another ideology
you learn about language
by what language does to you,
what language itself claims
it can do to you
language creates its agents
from simple boys to giggling girls
teachers professors
soon you learn ideological nonsense
gods that agitate from behind thick walls
the masters of language
play and scheme
and soon the boy sees the stage
hears the words
and turns away
walks walks walks
away